C16

Crash *

A bolt of lightning pierced the peaceful night sky of the mausoleum.

"Oh no, there are a lot of reporters outside the police station!" A security officer hurriedly burst into the archives while he was tidying his hat. He had never been so flustered when a rampant criminal assaulted a police force.

Peng Wenyin, who had just returned, was blocked by a crowd of people outside the police station.

Soon, the mountain turned into a wave and surged towards him.

"Captain Peng, according to the information we've received, five people have already died in battle. Why hasn't the police cracked such a vicious case yet?" A reporter quickly asked.

Peng Wenyin hadn't even opened his mouth before another reporter asked, "If the mass murder of the Wukang Group's upper echelons has a deeper meaning, is it revenge killing, or is someone trying to seize all the properties of Wukang's side food!?"

"In such a short time interval, he has already killed so many people consecutively. If the murderer is this cruel, will it endanger the safety of the common people? Captain Peng, please explain it to everyone!"

"Squadron Leader Peng, your police force has yet to investigate this matter. On behalf of the ordinary citizens of Ling'an, I wish to get to know you …"

Half past eleven

Peng Wenyin stood in his office with his eyes wide open and a livid expression on his face.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Xiao He, what do you think about this matter!"

Jiang Han put away the half-finished file in his hand and said, "Do we even need to look? The murderer is deliberately putting pressure on us. He wants to spread this matter and make us, the police, unable to hold our heads up in front of the public."

Ning Ruonan turned on the TV, and on it was the scene of the police station being broken into. It was just like what Xiao He said before, after tonight, the entire Ling'an City would know about the Wukang serial killer case!

How did he do it!?

Seeing the tired expression on Xiao He's face, Ning Ruonan poured a cup of thick coffee for him.

Xiao He did not refute Jiang Han's words. Instead, he looked at his old-fashioned watch. The time was exactly 11: 41: 22.

"Did any of the colleagues we arranged for Wukang's side send out any news?" Xiao He took out a large black umbrella from his storage room, and asked Ning Ruonan who followed closely behind him.

Ning Ronan knew that Xiao He hadn't rested for the entire day, "Xiao He, are you alright? Can you hold on? "Should we go home and rest first?" Xiao He shook his head.

"I'm fine."

Ye Zichen shook his shoulders. Half an hour ago, it had already rained down on him like a dense fog. The rain got heavier and heavier, driving away more than half of the reporters who were planning to spend the night outside the police station.

"Let's go. Come with me to the Tan family again." Xiao He had always followed a principle. Whether it was murder or psychology, everything had a source. When we grasped the source, everything would slowly be announced to the public.

Since he couldn't find the murderer, why didn't Shaw mind? He would comb through the entire case from beginning to end, then again and again, then again and again.

Xiao He drove Peng Wenyin's business car. When he arrived at Tan's house, it was already late into the night. There was not a single ray of light in the pitch-black night sky. A gust of wind blew over after the rain, causing people to feel inexplicably cold.

He put on the coat and asked his colleagues who were patrolling around the city 24 hours a day.

"When does Fu Lian usually sleep?"

"Around 12 PM."

"Her lights are off."

"I just closed the door, so I don't think I've slept yet. Captain Xiao, go knock on the door. Someone is here."

Xiao He nodded and passed a cigarette to each of his colleagues.

Dong dong dong

The door opened.

Fu Lian was wearing a nightgown and a blue skirt. Although he was no longer young, his figure was well-preserved. When he saw the two of them, a trace of uneasiness flashed through his eyes.

"Captain Xiao, Officer Ning, you're looking for me so late at night? What's the matter?"

As he spoke, he sidled them in.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to ask you about Zhao Dezhong's death, do you know?" Xiao He entered the room and looked around.

"He … "How did he die?" Fu Lian's face was filled with surprise and puzzlement.

"You don't know?" Xiao He said with great interest.

Fu Lian opened the shoe cabinet and handed a pair of lady's slippers to Ning Ruonan.

There were all kinds of women's shoes, high heels, leather boots, and chenille boots. It looked very upscale, and many of them were new. He didn't know if it was because of the meticulous maintenance every day.

The rich lady's way of life had not changed in the slightest due to her husband's death.

Xiao He looked around. There was only this shoe cabinet.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pair of men's slippers in the corner. Fu Lian pointed at it and said:

"Captain Xiao, just wear those."

"More than an hour ago, a large group of reporters almost surrounded the police station. By now, everyone in Ling'an should be aware of Wukang's serial killer case." Xiao He pretended that he had just seen it and hurriedly put it on. He continued.

"Yes …" Is that so? " Fu Lian was slightly flustered.

"Ms. Fu, why don't you turn on the TV and watch? "You don't seem to be in good spirits. Have you not rested well for the past few days?" Xiao He said as he stared at the dark circles under her eyes.

"En..." "Yes, yes." As she spoke, she supported her forehead.

"I think you're a smart person, Ms. Fu. Zhao Dezhong's death doesn't make any sense. If the Wu Kang side dish falls apart and Lu Xiaoshan and Tan Wenshi die, won't you tell me something?"

"No …." "No, I've said what I needed to say!"

"Is that so?"

Xiao He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and waved it in front of Fu Lian. "Lady Fu, it's a pity that another one of your Fifth Kang people has died!"

On the green screen, Ning Ruonan and Fu Lian focused their gazes on it at the same time.

It was clearly written: "The Residents of An He District, District 301, East Lake District, South Street; Wukang Snack Food High Level Dong Ping is confirmed dead!".